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FEMALE POW 2 NIGHTMARE IN BOSNIA Part 5
by conwic@aol.com
The unforeseen fruits of Arkan's idea appeared a week later during a meeting at
the White House between the President and the American ambassador to Italy.
"Ah am confused, Mr. Ambassador! Tell me again how you came by this tape."
"Well Mr. President, as you no doubt know I am - I have to be of course as
ambassador- friendly with many of the government ministers. Occasionally, I
attend very private parties given by some of the ministers, purely to discuss
matters of interest to our government, of course. Well, you are no doubt aware
of the ...proclivities of some member of the government from the rather
unfortunate scandals which have plagued this Administration. I mean, the Italian
Government, of course. I saw the film at one of these parties. I thought I
recognized the woman in it as one of the Navy flyers who was shot down in
Bosnia, Lieutenant Volksrye. Not knowing what else to do, I told the minister- I
trust his name will not come into this- that I wanted a copy of the movie for
myself. He was kind enough to put me in contact with someone who put me in
contact with someone else. To be brief, I bought the tape from a man I have
reason to believe was a member of the Mafia."
"Mafia? How'd they come into this?"
Well, Mr. President, I understand from the DEA liaison agent at my embassy that
there is a close connection between the Mafia and some elements of the Serb
militias run by a warlord- and war criminal-called Arkan. Trading guns and money
for looted valuables, buying protection for drugs moving through the area to
Europe, films like this one , and even the sale of women captured by this
Arkan's men , so I 've been told. The DEA has a file on him; the CIA must have
one too. And, of course, there have always been connections between the
Government of Italy and the Mafia. The exchange of favors."
"Ah see. Well Mr. Ambassador, you have done your country a great service. Ah
don't want you to tell anyone about this though. We don't want any false hopes
raised, do we? Leave the tape with me; Ah need to um.... study it. Ah won't
forget this. The ambassadorship is yours for as long as you want it; don't worry
about that State IG report. After this, who will give a damn about petty cash.."
"Thank you, Mr. President. You know you can count on me."
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"Who would believe it. We spend millions for the CIA, and who gets the
information we need? A guy watching dirty movies."
" Yes, it is a wonderful piece of luck which couldn't have come at a better
time. You'll need to clean up the source before you give it to the Pentagon
though. They leak like sieves over there."
"Yes, Mr. President. I'll come up with something. I'll get it over to the
Pentagon immediately. With any luck they can launch a rescue within 24 hours
using the Delta Force team on stand bye in Hungary."
" Yes, with any luck. Ah..um.. don't want you to give that to the Pentagon just
yet. Check and see what lead time they need for a rescue. Tell them about Arkan,
but tell them its not confirmed. Get them the CIA file on this Arkan. And keep
it close hold."
"But why wait? Shouldn't we act now on this now, Mr. President?"
"Well, Ah don't think a few days will make any difference. They've been there
three weeks already. An opportunity like this doesn't come often. And the
benefits don't last long. We need to make the best use of it. My sources tell me
that the Special Prosecutor is going to announce an indictment in three or four
days. If he is, Ah want to have something which will knock him right off the
front page and keep the wolves in Congress quiet by taking my approval rating
up. In politics as in love, timing is everything!"
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Arkan found the offer almost too good to be true; but there it was in front of
him. After seeing a copy of one of the video tapes of
Valkyrie and Bobbie which he had sold to the Mafia, an anonymous buyer was
offering two million Deutschmarks for the two American women. This was an offer
he truly couldn't bring himself to refuse even though he knew that he would be
much safer with the two Americans dead and at the bottom of a mine shaft. The
fact that the buyer's identity was unknown to him especially worried him.
However, the middleman was trustworthy, and he had assured Arkan that his
identity would be protected. And after all, he told himself, if you cannot trust
the Mafia, who can you trust. Well, he decide, if the American whores are
leaving us in two days time, that calls for a celebration- a going away party!
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The next afternoon, Arkan had Valkyrie brought to his office. There Val found an
ominous tableau, a gagged Bobbie tied in a standing spread eagle and flanked on
one side by a smiling Arkan and on the other by the grim figure of his
bodyguard, Alexander. Her handlers threw Val to her knees in front of Bobbie.
Val looked up into the terrified eyes of her friend and lover and felt an icy
fear growing in the pit of her stomach.
Because his plan called for Val to do more than passively submit to superior
force- for her to in fact actively participate in her own degradation, Arkan
felt some trepidation about her submissiveness even after having apparently
broken her spirit with repeated rapes and humiliations for almost three weeks.
There was to his discerning eye still a hidden spark of rebellion in Valkyrie
which he was determined to stamp out. Recognizing her new closeness to Bobbie,
he had decided to use that affection as added leverage against Val to ensure her
obedience. Arkan had no intentions of being embarrassed before his own men, such
an indication of weakness could have fatal effects on a Serb leader. He had
therefore arranged a demonstration for Val to impress upon her just how far he
was willing to go to have her obedience. As her horrified pilot watched, Arkan
again tied his trademark nylon lines around each of Bobbie's nipples, forcing
them into the familiar hour glass shape. Then, as he pulled on the lines to
stretch her tortured nipples, Alexander carefully used the tip of his razor
sharp knife to trace entirely around each nipple, drawing a circle of blood at
the base of the nipple but not cutting deeply enough to do permanent harm to the
terrified female officer's breasts. As Alexander made the shallow cuts, Arkan
casually told Val about his plans for tonight and her role in them, stressing
that this was only a demonstration - a dress rehearsal- for what would happen to
Bobbie if Val did not perform as desired. If Val failed to satisfy him, Arkan
purred ominously, then next time the cuts would be much deeper, so deep that
they would sever Bobbie's nipples from her breasts. To bring home his threat, a
smiling Arkan knelt down by Val's side, to whisper into her ear:
" If you disobey me, if you embarrass me in front of my men, then I will not
stop with her breasts. I will let Alexander have her. After he has cut off your
friend's pretty red nipples , then he will cut off an ear, and then perhaps a
nose. Then perhaps something intimate. When he finishes there will be nothing
left of your pretty friend but a trunk- a disfigured, but living trunk. All
because you did not obey me!"
Then a grinning Arkan offered to demonstrate Alexander's skill with his knife
for real on the frightened, sobbing Bobbie- if that is what Val needed to see.
It was in truth a bluff on Arkan's part. Having sold the two women, he could not
now mutilate Bobbie. But the two American women had no way of knowing about the
sale. They believed him capable of anything! After a quick glance at the
trembling Bobbie, a shocked Valkyrie shook her head. She forced out a shaky, "
Don't hurt her. I'll do whatever you tell me to do.".
Once he had looked into her eyes and was convinced that Valkyrie would play the
role he had scripted for her, Arkan laid out for her the wardrobe which he had
carefully collected for her use. He gleefully watched as Valkyrie reluctantly
put it on and - prompted by Alexander's blade resting against the bound and
trembling Bobbie-modeled the disgustingly whorish clothes for Arkan's approval.
Repeatedly, he had her walk up and down in front of his chair, turn, and pose
for him as he admired her half nude, sluttishly attired body. Then the
humiliated Valkyrie stood before a mirror and applied her make-up as Arkan
watched intently, repeatedly ordering her to apply heavier coats of the cheap
cosmetics until he, Arkan,, was finally satisfied with her new appearance.
Through it all, Arkan did not so much as touch her. For now, he was content with
the pleasures of raping her with his words alone, of mind fucking her.
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Arkan smiled at the dozen men around him, the most loyal officers of his Tigers,
his cameraman, and, of course Alexander, his trustworthy personal bodyguard. He
was holding the departure celebration for his American "guests" in what had been
the hotel's poolroom, now shabbily bare but for one billiards table and a bar
bearing the inevitable bottles of the local brandy and food. Over the billiards
table hung the obligatory Serb Nationalist "SLOBODA ili SMRT"- Freedom or Death.
Lying on the ragged billiards table was Bobbie, nude, resting on her arms which
had been tied behind her back. Her legs hung over the edge of the table. Her mop
of dark hair hung off one long side of the table while her cunt rested
uncomfortably on the edge of the opposite side, obscenely open since her knees
had been spread and tied with ropes running through two of the table's pockets.
A single man stood beside her head, caressing her hair, while another stood
between her legs toying with the protruding inner lips of her cunt. The rest of
the men were clustered around the bar fortifying themselves for the evening.
A collective "AH" went up spontaneously from the men as Alexander shepherded
Valkyrie into the room. He was leading Valkyrie into the room by two thin
strands of nylon fishing line which ran from his hand to each of Valkyrie's red
swollen nipples. One end of the line had been wrapped tightly around each the
middle of each nipple until the nipple bulged obscenely into an hourglass shape,
trapping the blood in the tip of the nipple. This time Valkyrie's hands were
free. In them she held a silver tray containing a bottle of expensive imported
Scotch and a single glass. She was, as ordered, bringing Arkan his drink, a
simple act which Arkan had endowed with humiliating overtones. The captive pilot
had no choice but to follow the hulking bodyguard into the leering mob of men
between her and Arkan; if she balked, Alexander would rip her nipples from her
breasts. He had made that perfectly clear with a brutal jerk on Valkyrie's
sensitive nipples just before they entered the room. The humiliation and
loathing Valkyrie felt at being forced to become her rapist's servant were
plainly evident on her face as she walked reluctantly into the leering mob of
Arkan's men. Bobbie stared at the ceiling, unwilling to watch her mentor -and
lover- being humiliated. Bobbie's pretty face was a bright beet red with
embarrassment for Valkyrie, for unlike Bobbie's understated, almost elegant
nudity, Val was dressed like a common street whore. Using as a guide the still
photo of Val taken during a party at the Tailhook convention years earlier which
he had recorded off of CNN, Arkan had apparently searched the cast off clothes
of half the prostitutes in Belgrade until he found a suitable parody of her
Tailhook party clothes. Valkyrie had on a pair of high heeled black "fuck-me"
pumps which were painfully small for her feet, black fishnet pantyhose where the
crotch had been crudely cut out to expose her pubic area, and an open man's
black blazer. But rather than covering her breasts, the too small blazer
exposed, even framed, them. Heavy black mascara accented her big blue eyes, a
thick layer of bright red lipstick coated her full lips, and an equally thick
layer of rouge covered her strong cheek bones, all applied by the unwilling
Valkyrie herself. Valkyrie looked - and felt- like a cheap Belgrade street
whore.
Following the instructions given him by Arkan, the bodyguard paraded Val through
the gauntlet of leering, grabbing men. As Arkan watched in satisfaction the
men's hands roamed over the helpless American pilot's body, squeezing her
exposed breasts, grabbing those firm ass cheeks, and even thrusting fingers
between her cunt lips. She made no attempt to stop the groping hands. All Val
could do was to blinked away the tears and kept repeating again and again her
new mantra, " I have to obey; I cannot defy him!". The reluctant Valkyrie moved
through the sea of groping hands at a brisk pace in response to Alexander's
frequent and vicious tugs on her nipples. As the heartbroken Bobbie watched her
friend's humiliation, Val walked through the men. She could sense the men's
desire rise with each step she took as she was pulled closer and closer to the
waiting Arkan by the lines tied to her nipples. Valkyrie could literally feel
the men's lust wash over her; it was as real to her as the overpowering smell of
tobacco and unwashed bodies which filled the room. Concentrating on keeping the
tray and its precious cargo steady, Valkyrie silently endured the hands
molesting her half naked body, deadly afraid of what Arkan would do if she
dropped that bottle. So Valkyrie fought the urge to shy from the men's hands,
walking slowly and steadily through the groping hands to Arkan, every step of
her painful progress being recorded by the grinning cameraman, Dimrtri.
The woman finally came through the crowd to the billiards table under the where
Arkan was waiting, a dog whip in his left hand. Silently, Valkyrie stood in
front of him with her eyes downcast as he took the bottle and poured himself a
drink while his men cheered his grand gesture. At his command Valkyrie
submissively went to her knees in front of him, her eyes fixed on his muddy
boots, too ashamed to look about her. Arkan smiled down at her bowed head and,
placing one hand on her head like a conquer claiming his captive, raised his
glass in a toast to " SLOBODA ili SMRT" to the cheers of his men. Arkan then
moved to complete his domination of the proud female flyer, ordering her to
"Service me like the whore that you are." The frightened Valkyrie stole a glance
over at Bobbie. Seeing Alexander standing by her knife in hand, Val choked down
her humiliation and surrendered her will to Arkan, too afraid for them both to
make any attempt to salvage her rapidly vanishing self respect by even a token
resistance. Putting down the tray, she steadied herself with one hand held
against his uniformed leg. She unzipped his fly with her other hand and fished
around inside for his already erect penis. Extracting it, Valkyrie gripped the
thick rod lightly at the base with one hand while using her other hand to
carefully massage the man's ballsack. She took the head of his cock into her
mouth, blowing on it with her warm breath and then swirling her tongue around
and over the sensitive head. Above her on her back on the table, Bobbie could
not see what Val was doing since her view was blocked by Arkan's body, but the
shouts and jeers of the watching men told her all she needed to know. Val was
prostituting herself for her. The thought of her friend's sacrifice both
thrilled Bobbie and cut her like a dagger through her heart. Crouching on her
knees, the trembling blonde pilot was overwhelmed by feelings of intense
humiliation. She tried to concentrate on pleasing the man towering above her,
desperate to get this degrading ordeal over with, her head empty of all thoughts
of resistance. As the watching crowd mocked her, Val felt increasingly like the
whore she was dressed to be as she slavishly serviced Arkan's erect cock. She
did not believe that it was possible for her to feel any more degraded, to sink
any lower than she had at this moment. Val was shamelessly applying all the
sexual tricks she knew to please Arkan; becoming -as she used her tongue and
lips to coax the man to his climax- the willing whore that Arkan had vowed to
make of her. But no matter how hard she tried to put the humiliation of her
situation- the degradation of submitting to her hated captor- out of her head,
she could not do it. The reality of her situation was literally staring her in
the face in the form of Arkan's angry red cock. Desperately, Val tried to will
her mind to stop struggling and embrace her degradation, painful though it was
to acknowledge her own weakness and to accept the feeling of having no control
over her own body. Mixed in with the wet sucking sounds coming out of her lips
as they moved up and down his cock were new sounds now, the sounds of Valkyrie's
quiet sobs as she began to accept her submission.
Fortunately for Valkyrie, Arkan could not long resist her skilled ministrations.
Nor could he long resist the ego enhancing cheers of his officers as he
demonstrated his mastery of the strong American woman. They too savored
Valkyrie's surrender. While many had made use of her body in the rooms upstairs,
no one had been able to master her- until now. With both his ego and his cock
being stroked simultaneously, Arkan rapidly approached his climax. He held one
hand to her hair, anchoring her face in place as he administered one more insult
to the tortured Valkyrie, spraying her mascaraed and rouged face with his
spurting cock, covering both cheeks with his sperm. Then, pulling Valkyrie back
to her feet by the lines attached to her breasts, he ordered:
"Now dance for us Valkyrie! Just like on your MTV, eh....... DANCE WHORE!"
For a second, the shocked Valkyrie simply stared at the man in
amazement. The loud, tinny sound of current Europop, rock songs with
English lyrics, coming from a cassette player snapped her back to
reality. She began to move her body mechanically searching for the
music as she scanned the circle of grinning, leering men surrounding
her in a half circle, forcing her back towards the billiards table
holding Bobbie, Valkyrie began to dance, moving her body seductively
if unwillingly as she stared about her in fear, beyond any hope of
escape. She tried to remember the strippers she had seen perform at
her squadron's suite at the Tailhook convention so long ago and to
imitate their tawdry movements -even to the mechanical smile on her
face as she displayed herself to the cheering men. Valkyrie's face
was a bright red under its coating of sperm, her embarrassment tearing
at her as she was forced to brazenly displayed her almost nude body to
these men she despised. She could feel Arkan's cum drying on her
face, marking her as a slut in the eyes of the men surrounding her and
perhaps even in Bobbie's eyes. It certainly made her feel like a slut
a whore! She hated the feeling but could not deny it! She wanted to stop; wanted
to stop more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. She hated what Arkan
were doing to her, what he was making her into. But the implied threat of the
silent, glaring Alexander standing knife in hand by Bobbie's head kept her
going. Valkyrie danced; her naked breasts, the nylon line still biting deeply
into the swollen flesh of her red, elongated nipples, swayed seductively with
each graceful movement of her hips. Her body shined under the bright klieg
lights which Arkan's cameraman had trained on her almost nude body, highlighting
her muscles as they moved gracefully under her sweaty skin. Each cat like
movement displayed her near nude body to the men's hungry eyes- her blonde pubs,
the red lips protruding beneath them,the play of muscles under her shiny skin,
and her bobbing, tortured breasts. The men pressed closer , pushing her back
toward the table from which an appalled Bobbie watched as her idolized pilot
displayed herself like some cheap stripper. Arkan's voice cut through the din,
"Turn around, whore! Let's see your big ass!"
Relieved, Valkyrie complied, grateful to no longer have to look into the eyes of
the pack of human wolves closing in around her. Then she saw Bobbie's face. The
disgust she saw there cut her to the quick. Reluctantly she danced on, letting
the men watch her bare ass as it moved below the short black coat, unaware that
she seemed to the excited men to be teasing them - inviting their attack- with
the way the tiny star of her sphincter appeared and disappeared as she moved.
Desperately Val threw herself into the music, moving her body to the hypnotic
rock beat of the music, willing her sweaty, muscular body to send the crudest,
most primitive sexual signals to the men around her, to brazenly offer herself
up to these men to please Arkan- and save Bobbie. Val danced through the first,
the second, and into a third song- danced through a fog of the Spice Girls'
hypnotic lyrics - "What I want..what I really , really want"- into a brassier
woman's voice appropriately singing about "waiting for a hero". Even the music
mocked her! The leering Serbs crowded around her in an ever shrinking circle,
forcing her progressively closer to the table until her naked sex was inches
from Bobbie's own exposed vagina. She felt desperate, trapped.
Standing by the billiards table on Bobbie's left side, Arkan was pleased to see
the tears of shame in the eyes of the larger American woman. Glancing at the
reclining figure of the brunette American, he saw similar tears of sympathy in
Bobbie's eyes at her friend's humiliation. He found their tears to be very ...
arousing! On and on Val danced, letting the music carry her along. Her muscular
body was almost totally exposed despite the scanty cover of her coat, gleaming
as the bright lights from the camera reflected off the sweat covering her body.
Her humiliation was equally exposed, the agony apparent underneath the fixed
smile on her face. Valkyrie's fear was evident as well in her body's reaction,
the sweat bathing her body and her panic induced hyperventilation which
perversely was making her heavy breasts move so enticingly, drawing the men ever
closer around her. As she instinctively retreated toward Bobbie, Val shivered in
fearful anticipation.
"Show us how you American Navy women make love to each other!", Arkan ordered.
" My brave Navy pilot, show us how you Americans don't need men to satisfy
yourselves. LICK HER WHORE OR I'LL WHIP THE SKIN OFF HER BREASTS AND YOUR'S TOO!
THEN I'LL FEED YOU HER NIPPLES!"
When Valkyrie hesitated, reluctant to degrade their love by displaying it for
the amusement of this mob, Arkan gave weight to his words by using the small dog
whip, a short, springy length of leather. As Val watched in terror, he brought
it down hard on Bobbie's left breast, marking the soft white skin with an angry
red streak.. Bobbie responded with a howl of surprise and pain . Arkan raised
his whip hand for another blow, but before he could land that second blow on
Bobbie's femininity, the horrified Valkyrie screamed out a piteous "NO..PLEASE!"
and sank to her knees in front of Bobbie. Determined to spare her friend and
lover more pain and recognizing the futility of resistance, Val thrust her face
into Bobbie's strong smelling cunt-the same cunt which she had been so reluctant
to lick three days ago-and stabbed her tongue into the soft folds of reddish
cunt flesh. She bent her head, pressing her lips harder against Bobbie's cunt,
breathing in Bobbie's fragrance as she found and tongue lashed the brunette's
sensitive clitoris. Val rested her hands on Bobbie's legs, her thumbs pressing
against the bound woman's cunt lips, spreading them so that Valkyrie's tongue
could reach deep into her friend's vagina. She thrust her tongue inside Bobbie,
licking the soft flesh as the smaller woman wiggled in response. Arkan
alternated between entertaining his officers with comments on what sluts these
Westerners were and spurring Valkyrie on with frequent strokes with the dog whip
to her firm ass cheeks. Valkyrie alternated between thrusting her tongue deep
into Bobbie's cunt and tracing the delicate inner labia with her tongue. Her
hands held Bobbie's cunt open as Val feasted upon it, one thumb concentrating
its attention on the sensitive nub of Bobbie's clit. Again and again Valkyrie
thrust her tongue into the woman's wet, fragrant hole until Bobbie was groaning
and humping the dirty, green fabric of the billiards table underneath her hips.
Val tried to lose herself in Bobbie's cunt, to shut out the leering men around
her as she willingly made love to her friend.
Driven to a frenzy by this display but prevented by Arkan from simply swarming
all over Valkyrie and Bobbie, the men watched restlessly as the muscular blonde
flyer licked and sucked Bobbie to a shattering climax. Only then as Bobbie
reached her climax- screamed and bucked wildly under Val's tongue lashing-
did Arkan let his men have their way with the two women, signaling the start
of the gang rape by pulling Val's face from Bobbie's cunt and displaying it
to his men- her chin wet with Bobbie's secretions and her mascara running down
her cheeks to mix with Arkan's cum.
With a collective growl, the men swarmed over the terrified Valkyrie. With a
familiarity born of frequent practice, the men quickly positioned Valkyrie to be
ravaged, lifting the unresisting woman to her feet and bending her over the
green felt of the table beside her friend's bound form, so that Val was
supporting her upper body on her elbows and angled with her face resting inches
from Bobbie's. She was so close that Bobbie could smell her own secretions on
Valkyrie's face as she locked eyes with her pilot. In an instant, Val's legs
were spread, and a man stood between them, his erect cock probing her well
exercised cunt. He easily forced himself inside her as Valkyrie fought against
her urge to resist him. Instead of fighting, she relaxed her cunt muscles,
accepting the man raping her. A hand on the back of her head pressed her face to
Bobbie's; Valkyrie opened her lips and pressed them against her lover's soft
lips. The two kissed deeply as the man buried himself in the muscular blonde
flyer's cunt, savoring the still tight, warm grip of the woman's cunt upon his
cock. A second man stood beside the first and forced his way into Bobbie's cunt,
stretching the younger woman painfully. He forced himself inside her, bringing a
moan of pain from Bobbie's lips, breaking the kiss. Valkyrie braced herself
against the powerful thrusts of the man inside her and nuzzled Bobbie, licking
Bobbie's face and allowing the younger woman to lick her's, to taste her own
secretions on Val's face polluted though it was with Arkan's cum. Both were
buffeted back and forth by the men raping them. The first man inside Valkyrie
did not last long; he was rapidly replaced by another man in her now cum slick
cunt. The man inside Bobbie fucked a while longer before he filled her womb with
his hot sperm, savoring his dominance over the athletic young American. As one
man used her cunt, Val felt the soft warmth of another man's cock pressed
against her cheek. Looking up, she saw Arkan looming above her head, standing
there between her and Bobbie on the opposite side of the table from the men
fucking them. Capturing her short blonde hair in his large hand, Arkan brought
her lips to his half erect cock. Pulled awkwardly far across the table by
Arkan's hand, Valkyrie instinctively obeyed his unspoken command, stretching
herself out on the table and wrapping one arm around his trousered ass to steady
herself. She rested her other arm around Bobbie's chest, hugging her close as
she opened her mouth to accept Arkan's semi-erect cock. Instinctively, Bobbie
moved toward Val's reassuring physical presence. Obeying the same unspoken
command, she submissively opened her mouth and began to use her tongue on her
Arkan's cock as Valkyrie did the same from the other side. Arkan smiled down at
the two female aviators as they acknowledged his dominance by worshipping his
cock. As Val worked on his cock's head, running her tongue around the sensitive
glens, Bobbie worked with her to bring Arkan to erection and climax, stretching
her head upward to ran her tongue along the sensitive ridge on the underside of
his cock, flicking her tongue back and forth to leave the skin of his cock wet
with her salvia as far back as the man's hanging ball sack. The man in
Valkyrie's cunt was pumping into her as hard as he could , jarring her with the
impact of his hips on her buttocks while Arkan forced his growing cock deeper
into her mouth, pressing his hips into her lips while holding her face against
his hips with the hand entangled in her sweat soaked hair. The cock in her mouth
was swelling, choking her by blocking her airway as it was pushed its way down
her throat to batter against her tonsils. Beside her, Bobbie stared in horror at
the rape of her friend's mouth. All she could see was the now fully erect cock
being fed into Val's clenching red lips. Bobbie tried to help her friend, using
her tongue on the underside of the small portion of Arkan's cock not already
buried inside Val's mouth. Valkyrie struggled to breath between his thrusts as
the man used her mouth as if it were her cunt. His powerful strokes repeatedly
rammed the head of his cock deep into her throat, forcing it to stretch
painfully to accommodate him. He was forcing himself so far down her throat that
the base of his penis was ramming against her full lips, bruising them with the
force of his powerful thrusts and rubbing the thick coat of lipstick off of her
lips and onto the base of his cock. The man using her vagina was no less brutal;
he plowed forcefully into her, concerned only with satisfying himself by
generating the maximum amount of friction inside her cunt, stretched as it was
by the previous rapes and lacking even the lubrication provided her mouth by the
lipstick. Lacking the will to fight the men swarming over her, Valkyrie could
only lay there grasping one attacker's buttocks for support while with her other
hand helplessly clenching Bobbie's naked side, her screams muffled by the cock
in her mouth until they were no more than a low moan. She struggled to make her
body go limp, abandoning all hopes of resistance and submitting totally to her
rapists in a desperate hope of surviving this assault. Valkyrie put behind her
all that she had been before her capture and accepted that she was now what
Arkan had made of her- a whore!
Beside her, Bobbie feared that her cunt was going to be split open by the sheer
size of the new man raping her sweaty, yielding body. She feared he was going to
destroy her insides with his huge cock, which he was plunging into her like a
madman. Never had she felt so full! Then, just when she thought that she had
reached the absolute depths of her pain and degradation, Arkan pulled his cock
out of Valkyrie's raped mouth and thrust his hard, red cock into Bobbie's mouth.
Taking advantage of Bobbie's upside down position, he thrust deep into her
throat, choking her and making her throat feel as if it were on fire. His cock
forced its way deep into her gullet, filling her small mouth with its bitter
taste and heat of his excitement, and blocking her airway, keeping her from
sucking in the oxygen she craved. Then after the eternity of that moment, his
cock was gone, allowing her to breath again; now Valkyrie was the one gagging on
Arkan's cock instead. Brutally buffeting her body between them, the second man
came inside Valkyrie and abruptly pulled out, only to be instantly replaced by
another man. Lubricated by the cum filling her cunt, her new attacker slipped
easily inside Val's passive, muscular body. While Arkan seemed as if he could
last forever by virtue of his earlier climax, none of the men fucking the two
women's cunts lasted for more than a few short moments. All too soon, their
pleasure was over and a new man replaced them. For the women though, time seemed
to stand still as they lay passively on the table allowing their bodies to move
with the men's thrusts, accommodating their rapists' cocks. Arkan and the man in
Val's cunt settled into a rhythm by which both thrust into her at once, trapping
her between their hard rutting, male cocks, making her feel as if the two cocks
were meeting somewhere in her chest with every thrust. Harder and harder they
used her unresisting body-bruising her lips, bloodying her nose, and pounding
into her sore cunt like a pair of jackhammers until neither man could tolerate
another moment of her warm, wet holes without exploding. Then they came,
covering her face and sex with a river of their cum. The cum covered Val's lips
and chin, falling in great white gobs onto Bobbie's upturned face.
Before he left her, Arkan bent below Valkyrie and took hold of the twin lines
tied to her nipples. With a quick movement he ran one line between Bobbie's
torso and her bound arm and tied it to its counterpart, leaving Valkyrie
attached to her friend by the lines around her pain stricken nipples. For a
moment the two stared into each other's eyes, ignoring the fresh cum dripping
off of Valkyrie's face onto Bobbie's as they silently comforted each other. .As
Arkan withdrew, two men replaced him, breaking the two women's reverie. Now
there was one man using Valkyrie's mouth, and another one using Bobbie's. On the
other side of the table, her newest rapist had switched to Val's asshole,
finding sodomy preferable to the cum dripping, elasticity of her well fucked
vagina. Bobbie's rapist stayed with her cunt, savoring its warm tightness even
as a stream of white cum flowed out of her to drip onto the floor below. As they
lay there side by side the two female flyers were buffeted and tormented by the
cocks of their rapists. Each was penetrated at both ends by two rutting cocks,
leaving them feeling stuffed full of cock. For Val, the torment was increased by
the pain from her nipples as the lines tying them to Bobbie were alternately
stretched and loosened as her body was battered back and forth by the cocks
pounding into her mouth and gapping asshole. Man after man used the two captive
women and then withdrew satisfied, leaving behind in and on the two women a sea
of hot, sticky cum. The white slime coated Val's and Bobbie's faces as well as
their sexes, covering their chins , lips, cheeks , and even their hair with
layers of thick, sticky goo.
Bobbie stared up into Val's haggard, cum covered face. She cringed inwardly at
the sight of the muscular female pilot being used as a cumbucket for the drunken
Serbs, her mouth open, cum dripping out of it as a cock moved in and out between
her lips and deep into her throat again and again. The grunting, animal like
noises coming out of Val's cock filled mouth torn at her heart; for even now
after all they had endured since their capture, Bobbie still thought of Val as
being strong and in charge. It hurt her deeply to see Val allowing herself to
become their slut, letting herself be taken by these men without resisting,
looking like this, like a whore, a cumbucket. Like her! But she could not turn
her eyes away. The sight of Val being raped fascinated her as much as it
repelled her. The sight of Val's body, of her beasts moving with the thrusts of
her attackers, aroused her even now. As she concentrated on Val's raped body,
Bobbie could ignore her own degradation, letting her body react mechanically,
mindlessly to the cocks invading her sex and mouth.
Valkyrie could not look Bobbie in the eye. The cum smeared face of her friend
was a mirror of her own humiliation, her own submission. She was suppose to be
the strong one; she was suppose to be the one who could handle anything.. But
she couldn't handle this! Without even the excuse of having her arms bound as
Bobbie's were, Val saw herself passively accepting the rape of her body- and her
soul. She was letting a man fuck her in the ass without fighting back. Letting a
man she despised cover her face with his cum without resisting. What, her
tortured mind demanded, had she become? The answer was obvious. She had become a
whore! A whore like Bobbie! She looked over at her friend, taking in the way
Bobbie's smooth, sweat shiny, cum covered body was being mauled by the men
attacking her with their cocks. Through the arm she had draped protectively over
Bobbie's torso, she could feel the men's thrusts slamming into Bobbie's body,
feel Bobbie's body moving under the hammer blows of their cocks. They felt just
like the blows battering her own body, the cock pounding into her asshole and
the cock emptying itself into her throat. Val had the sensation of drowning in
the men's cum as yet another cock erupted down her open throat. Gagging on the
thick sperm, she painfully choked down another mouth full of the bitter tasting
cum. It felt to her as if she had a gallon of the men spendings in her stomach,
filling her with its obscene warmth.
Arkan stood a few feet from them, sipping his drink and recovering as he watched
his men use Valkyrie and Bobbie. He allowed the gang rape to continue for over
an hour as he watched, savoring each detail of the brutalities inflicted upon
the two female flyers. He enjoyed the way the women's pain ridden faces were
covered in his men's white, sticky cum. He was delighted to see the white
streams of his men's cum running down their faces, sticking their eyelids shut,
and running over foreheads to saturate their hair. The little one was especially
attractive now, he thought, as he stared in fascination at the thick ropes of
the men's cum running through Bobbie's hair, streaking the dark hair with white.
He smiled again as he thought of the cum which had shot down the women's throats
or been choked down as they fought for breath, coating their throats and pooling
in their stomachs. Then there was the cum being deposited in their wombs, little
Serbs for the future perhaps. He turned his attention to Valkyrie whose
muscular, feminine body was submissively moving in time with the men's cocks,
soft moans pouring from her mouth as she crouched there drowning in the men's
sticky, white cum. Still, she did not fight. He had crushed her spirit, raped
her mind as well as her strong body. He was not surprised that Bobbie put up no
resistance, but for the big blonde to submit so passively to a brutal gang rape
was a clear sign that she was finally broken, his body and soul. Even as he
enjoyed the visible proof of his victory, Arkan resolved on a further test of
Valkyrie's submissiveness.
At Arkan's command, a cock beaten and cum covered Valkyrie was pulled off the
billiards table which had been the altar upon which Arkan had sacrificed her
pride and put to work cleaning the cum soaked cunt of her companion. Even as she
used her tongue to clean the men's cum off Bobbie, one of Arkan's men was still
in her ass, sodomizing her. Slowly, Val cleaned her friend's face and cunt of
the white scum, gripping Bobbie's nude body for support against the thrusts of
the man using her ass. When Bobbie's crotch was clean and shiny with Val's
salvia, the men lined up to take her again. Valkyrie was brought to stand in
front of a grinning Arkan. He allowed himself to savor the moment as he stared
at her raped and abused body, cataloguing the marks he and his men had left on
the strong American flyer. Walking around her as Valkyrie stood swaying in her
high heels, Arkan took in the round open hole of her asshole with thick streams
of cum running out of it onto her muscular legs and over the fishnet stockings
covering them, mixing with the stream of cum running out of the angry red of the
woman's cunt slit to form a river of cum running down her right leg. Above this
was her once blonde, now cum white triangle of pubic hair. Progressing to her
panting chest, he stared at the grossly swollen nipples, the twin nylon lines
still tied around their base. The trapped blood had enlarged the tips of Val's
nipples until they were the size of his thumb and a deep purple color. Casually,
Arkan squeezed one swollen nipple between a thumb and forefinger making the
exhausted woman scream weakly with the pain and try to pull away. He looked
intently into her face, hardly recognizing the once confident woman under the
crusted cum and mascara covering her cheeks and mixing with the trickle of blood
from her nose and lips. Arkan smiled at the changes in Valkyrie's face. But he
wanted more.
"Show us that trick you like so much, Alexander! The one you and I did with that
Croat bitch.", the grinning Arkan ordered his bodyguard. Shifting his attention
back to Val, he laughed, " Everyone else has fucked you; now it is Alexander's
turn- a reward for being such a brave soldier for Serbia! But I don't think it
is his cock he has for you, whore! It's something special! You'll see!"
Alexander smiled at Valkyrie as he called for some of the men to hold her arms
for him. Too weak to resist them, Val could only shake her head and beg him in a
tired voice not to hurt her any more. Alexander knelt by Valkyrie's spread legs
as two other men held her arms away from her side, immobilizing the muscular but
now submissive blonde aviator. Arkan stood behind her with one arm wrapped
around her throat. Alexander knelt before the large woman and stared at
Valkyrie's punished sex, its meaty labia covered in man cum. Slowly, he began to
insert his hand into Val's vagina one finger at a time. With her cunt already
stretched by the rapes and well lubricated with volumes of cum, Alexander had no
trouble getting his first three fingers inside it. He pressed the thumb and
little finger into his palm and formed his hand into a dagger shape. Then he
thrust his hand into Valkyrie, sinking it past the weakened muscles guarding the
entrance and deep into Val's womb as she gave a weak cry of protest. Alexander
pushed his hand further inside Val, forcing his way into her until his hand had
disappeared up to the wrist. At that point he stopped- his fingers wiggling
slightly as he explored- and waited for Arkan , thinking about the only other
time they had done this- with that Croatian fighter bitch so long ago The idea
of what he would do next fascinated him.
"AUGHEEE!", Valkyrie screamed as Alexander's hand disappeared inside her,
filling her in a way unlike any of the men's cocks. She could feel it moving
inside her, like something living. It was as if the head of a giant snake was
forcing its way into her. She arched her head back, eyes fixed on the dim
ceiling, and moaned softly as it moved within her. She felt the panic rising as
the hand wormed its way into her, but she kept still. Fear and her new found
submissiveness paralyzed her. She felt a wave of heat and light wash over her.
Looking up, Val was blinded by the bright klieg light of the camera focused on
her, permanently recording every detail of her cruel impalement with its
unblinking lens. The humiliating thought that strangers- perhaps even her
squadron mates and family - would see her as she was raped by a man's fist made
her cry out in protest.
"NO, pleasee...don't....PLEASEEE! Haven't you done enough to me?"
Arkan positioned himself behind the still whorishly costumed Valkyrie, his again
erect cock again pressing against her ruined sphincter. As the two men held her
arms, Arkan positioned his cock at her open sphincter with one hand and slowly
forced himself into her ass. With Alexander's hand inside her, Val's asschute
had returned to its previous virginal tightness. Arkan had to force his way into
her asschute. Valkyrie stiffened and arched her body in response to the internal
pressure as his cock joined the hand inside her. Alexander could not see Val's
face from his position on the floor. Instead, he focused on Val's hands. He
watched as they slowly tightened into fists. First he saw Val's knuckles grow
white in an agonized clinching; then blood appeared in Val's palm as she
unknowingly gorged bits of flesh out of her palm with her nails. As Alexander
followed the painful progress of Arkan's cock up Valkyrie's ass by watching her
hands, Val was struggling against the dual invasion with all her remaining
strength. Through the hand inside Valkyrie, Alexander could feel the muscles
tensing as they vainly tried to keep Arkan's cock from penetrating further into
her bowels. At the some time, Val's body was also struggling against the brutish
bodyguard's manual invasion of her most private parts, flexing her stomach and
womb muscles as she tried to repel the invading fist. But Valkyrie's exhausted
muscles, weakened by her repeated rapes, could not do what her desperate mind
willed. Slowly, Arkan's cock sank deeper and deeper inside her. Finally,
Alexander could feel the other man's cock, separated from his hand by nothing
more than a thin membrane of Val's flesh. More interestingly, Alexander could
feel Valkyrie's heart as it pounded in terror. The bodyguard felt a sense of
power over the woman he had impaled with his arm, a sense of literally having
Val's life in his hand. He wanted to reach up and grab Val's heart and then rip
it out of her through her cunt. But he contented himself with working his hand
back and forth inside Valkyrie. A thrill of power ran through Alexander as
Valkyrie's body responded to those hand movements. He felt a surge of power as
if the big American woman was his puppet; that he could make Val's big, muscular
body do whatever he wanted. It was an intoxicating feeling.
A mob of men surrounded the trio, mesmerized by the sight of the large brutish
man fisting the muscular blonde woman. Ignoring the exhausted Bobbie for the
moment, they and their brandy bottles clustered in a silent semi circle around
Valkyrie. Even Bobbie mustered the strength to raise her head- exhausted though
she was- and stared in fascinated horror at what they were doing to Val. The
men's initial stunned silence quickly gave way to a torrent of vulgar
suggestions and lewd comments as they watched and swilled their local rot gut.
As they howled out their obscene and anatomically impossible advice in their
barbaric Slavic tongue, the American woman and the two Serbs continued their
struggle, totally oblivious to their audience.
"AHHEE! NO! PLEASE STOP...NO..TAKE IT OUT..PLEASEEE!"
Valkyrie screamed out her plea against the twin assault. She could feel Arkan's
cock inside her ass, moving slowly in and out. But mainly she felt the other
man's hand filling her, moving inside of her in strange ways. The sensation that
she had a living thing moving about inside her was overwhelming and very
frightening. The hand slowly opened and pressed back against the membrane
separating it from Arkan's cock, making Valkyrie moan as it moved inside her,
searching for the cock. Then she could feel the man's hand pressing against the
other man's cock through that single thin membrane. The two began to move in
unison inside her. Alexander's pressed his hand against Arkan's cock, pushing
against it with his hand as the cock moved up and down inside Valkyrie's
asschute. Alexander took his other hand and grabbed the two nylon lines hanging
from Valkyrie's nipples. When he had the lines in his hand, Alexander began
pulling on them, tightening the thin lines around the throbbing, swollen, red
hourglass shaped nipples, sending bolts of pure pain straight to the immobilized
woman's brain as he stretched her abused breasts into cone shaped parodies of
their normal selves. At the same time, Arkan had plastered himself against her
back, hugging her to him with as he wrapped his arms around her chest. Below and
deep inside her body, each of the twin invaders inched their way into her,
forcing their way into her womb and intestines. The man's cock was buried to its
root in her asshole, sodomizing Valkyrie as Alexander's fist moved along with it
until his thumb was battering against Valkyrie's cervix. Valkyrie fought the
four men surrounding her with all her remaining strength, but her efforts grew
progressively weaker as her body, exhausted and ignoring the signals Valkyrie's
mind sent it, began to surrender to her attackers, accepting the dual
penetrations. Despite her best effort, her attempts at resistance had produced
nothing more than a stimulating tightness for Arkan. Unable to fight them any
longer, Valkyrie's body began to move in unison with the dual thrusts of Arkan's
cock and Alexander's fist; defying her will and opening up to accommodate its
invaders of its own volition. She felt so incredibly full; it was as if her womb
would explode from the tremendous pressure of that fist pounding against her
cervix. She knew that she could not endure that pounding much longer. Valkyrie
felt as if she were on fire despite the torrents of sweat pouring off her. Pain
and arousal sent mixed signal to her brain, fighting for dominance; but only
succeeding in overloading Valkyrie's confused brain and driving her into what
amounted to an out of body experience. She could see her own body clearly,
impaled upon both Alexander's arm and Arkan's cock, jerking and quivering as
each movement of the cock or the man's hand was magnified a hundred times and
transmitted through her body to her overloaded brain. In her tortured
imagination, she stopped seeing herself as the pilot controlling the machine and
became the machine, the out of control airplane forced beyond its limits by
outside forces. No ejection seat could save her now; this time she was going to
be there for the crash! Tottering uncertainly on her high "fuck me" heels,
supported only by the men holding her arms, and with her mind literally in a
tailspin; Valkyrie had reached the limits of her endurance.
"Oh...no ..pleasee.. ah...oh...Ahee..AHHEE..AHEEE!"
Hearing Valkyrie's screams, Alexander pulled harder with the nylon line tied to
Valkyrie's swollen nipples as he rammed the other hand deeper inside Valkyrie's
bruised womb, sending both Val and Arkan into a spasm of pain/pleasure. The
feeling of the spasms produced by his bodyguard's fist combined with the
tightness of Valkyrie's ass drove Arkan over the edge. The man wrapped both his
arms around Valkyrie, grabbing her breasts and squeezing them until the soft
flesh poured around his fingers. Eventually he came, his raw cock shooting his
third load of the evening into Valkyrie's bowels. It was only a dribble this
time, his third climax in the last two hours. As he came, he screamed out his
anger, cursing the woman he was sodomizing as he shot his load into her. Then he
fell silent, so totally drained that he had could only support himself by
clinging to Val. Valkyrie had also been driven beyond the limits tolerable to
her mind and body. Driven by pain from the sodomy, the fisting, and Alexander's
brutalization of her nipples, Valkyrie's entire body shook in a powerful spasm
of release as her mind -overloaded by the sensations forced upon her- climaxed
powerfully and then simply shut down. Her body went limp, leaving her hanging in
the grip of the two men holding her arms as she slipped into unconsciousness.
Beneath her, Alexander continued to pump his fist into Valkyrie's unresisting
body, too caught up in his fascination with the sight- and the obscene wet
sucking sounds- of the fist moving inside the muscular woman's womb to notice or
care that Val was no longer responding. Ignoring the leering men crowding around
them, he pumped his fist into Val again and again. He shifted his other hand
from the lines running to Val's nipples to his own cock, seeking his own release
now. In his erotically overloaded state, that release came quickly, producing a
spurt of hot cum which landed on Valkyrie's leg. Then Alexander abruptly jerked
his arm out of Val and shakily stood up. Sated, he watched without interest as
the two men holding Valkyrie's arms carried the unconscious woman back to the
pool table where more men awaited her.
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At the same time and a hundred miles away, the Commander of the American Army's
Delta Force detachment dispassionately read through the message again. It was
the order to attack the hotel used by Arkan as his Headquarters with the
expectation that the two missing American female flyers were being held there.
The timing was left up to him, but it was specified that the attack must take
place before 0700 hours Washington time on Friday, less than 2 days away. That,
he decided, was plenty of time; they would go in 28 hours, at 0200 hours local
on the 21st. By 0208 hours , everybody in that hotel would be dead or in their
custody. Of that he was certain. So far, Delta Force's attempts at rescuing
captives or POW's had been dogged by bad luck. He was determined to do this one
right. The extra hours for last minute preparations would help guarantee that
success.
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It was the early morning hours of the next day- Thursday the 20th-long after the
party had ended; as Arkan watched the small truck carrying the two women- bound,
gagged, and locked inside a large crate marked airplane parts-depart from the
Hotel. He would , he knew, miss the two American whores. Especially Valkyrie.
Never had a woman effected him so, bringing him off three times in the course of
a few hours. Never had he taken such pleasure in breaking a woman as he had the
big American blonde. But he comforted himself with the thought that there would
be a new war and with it plenty of women to take their place. And he had his
movies of the two women, the ones his cameraman had made. All in all, it was
better to be rid of the Americans. As long as he had them, Arkan knew that he
was in danger of an American rescue attempt. Now at least, he wouldn't have to
worry about that any longer.
END PART 5 of 6
